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Naeem, 22 lipca 2014

Man under the Tree

Oh, brother of mine, I have seen you under the tree;
-you have tried so fine to become what could not be.

You have thrived away from the shadows so supreme;
-you had that you lay and come to what you may have seen.

You let others fly beneath the waves of your dreams;
-but you may forget what may lie and you have foreseen.

Pity me not regretful brother of mine under the tree;
-you have never tried harder for what you could have been.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 13 stycznia 2014

The Beauty In The Essence Of Wrath

The beauty in the essence of wrath
that rises from the deepest core;
engulfs the blackest of all paths;
tears through fear and fills with lore.

Then, mind is set to be lost in freedom.
Forever it seems for there exist no doom;
a place where light expresses no verse.
A gift we grasp yet no more than a curse!

-Nr.

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Naeem, 2 października 2013

Some Words Forever Remain

Some words were in my mouth
but they were never spoken.

They flew along the lines of clouds
as they dissolved and remained broken.

And when they laid me below ground,
a place so dark deep down.

Would you then even cared to smile
to what my voice always had to say

Ah, how I pleaded for some more time,
but you weren't there that day.

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Naeem, 24 lipca 2013

To Hope

Wait not for my return,
soon, as time fades, I will be forgotten.

Let go of this hand, dearest of all,
it is not you but I, who cannot see me crawl.

Let me fly into the fogs where great waves may lay,
worry not, dearest! Surely I have foreseen this day.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 9 czerwca 2013

A Will To Know

I pondered miles of mountains and hills,
swum the oceans till I touch their ends.

I put my hand on flames till it turns to ash,
stared at the sun till my eyes turn blind

I scratched the skins deep till they bled.
Yes; I have done till I know what lies ahead;

-till I smell the fragrance of the pure dusk;
-till the graces show truth behind this mask.

And I let breezes drift through my soul and mind,
so may my God let me know what I left behind.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 12 kwietnia 2013

The Painter

Do you recognize the face in the painting
the structure, colors in an enclosed frame?

Is it me you have been seeing
or someone else with or without a name?

You, don’t get lost in the melody of time;
-for I am, still, here yet you are not mine.

And yes, I have pleaded to God so much
but I am not plenty to deserve you or touch.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 10 kwietnia 2013

Dent

A drop from the sky
fell upon my face-
I was still, it passes by.

Soaked the maze-
above turned grey,
loosens the lace.

A Sudden stop to all
and came the light,-
as darkness crawled.

Thus blue it lent,
I took off my foot
dry were the dents.

-Nr.

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Naeem, 25 marca 2013

A Struggle To Fly

I have observed you struggle to fly.

Have you yet witnessed yourself succeed,
or living with regret is all you have to try?

Have the burning desires already faded

_which bring you down, beneath, to crawl
with an undying hope that shall never fall?

-Nr.

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Naeem, 24 marca 2013

A Letter

Oh, Forgive me, I bow
blame me not now;
-come and become closer
my friend;
-my brother!

Who are you?
Wish I knew…

Those eyes given to me
went dry long ago;
-I cry over none
no more.

Colors shower upon me
like gloom and grey;
-I lost the power of sight
forgot what is light.

The mirrors around me
reflects every anguish;
-every sorrow of life.
Will they ever perish?

The Mask on my hands
to me from you
I fear, I cannot wear it
because truth remains true.

So, tell me what is left to fear
when agony is all I see and hear.
Can you define me the face of joy
then I shall again show you my tear?

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Naeem, 9 marca 2013

Indistinct

Watery became the eyes,

-blurrier grew the sphere.
Sparkles turning dimmer,
-nearby me grows colder.

Wept the tear I shed
_beheld back to the void.

Dripped it on the ground

-and frozen it became.
Hunted the one to blame
pointed finger had no name.

Destined, you were before,
but I am to you no more.

-Nr.

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